Hovering: Denying, defying, never trying. How high? Above Zero.
(We need a Hero.)
Covering: The lies, the sighs, the highs, the sky’s the limit.
Discovering: A better way? What did I agree to? It’ll take a Higher Power? How high?
Recovering: Truth? Ohhhkay? How far? “Keep your eye on your steps!” Okie dokie.
Savoring: Never wavering. How far? Any lengths?
LOVING? Flying with the birdies, my Luv. Flying with the birdies. How high? Join me? You over there. yeah.
Really?
Now really.
I’m tap, tap, tapping
At my itty, bitty laptop
Thinkin’ in my tip-top
How to make it stop, stop.
Soundin’ kinda hip hop.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean.
Nuff said.
I just finished watching a two-hour movie in Spanish.
I don’t speak Spanish.
It was a scenario with a psychedelic blend of imaginary cultures in an unfamiliar world, ten thousand years or so ago, give or take a century or two.
None of the different cultures understood each other’s words. There were people fighting, there was a love story, two wars, terrifying conflicts with carnivorous giant ostriches, a saber-tooth tiger and lots of mastodons.
There was a complicated story line and occasionally I would say to myself “Well, what the hell, if this was truly ten thousand years ago I wouldn’t speak those languages either.
When the movie was over I understood the entire thing. It might of well have been the English version. It didn’t matter. The words, dammit. They didn’t mean anything at all. Only hours ago I walked away from the end of a seventeen year old friendship. We fought over the fact that even though we both speak English-Only, we don’t speak the same language.
I know what the movie was about.
I know nothing of value about the real life story. Nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
I’m tap, tap, tappin’
At my itty, bitty laptop
Thinkin’ in my tip-top
How to make it stop, stop.
Soundin’ kinda hip hop.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean.
Wundrin’ how to say what I mean
This wasn’t a first for me, Oh no. I’ve been booed before.
But boo they did and when again I deign to take the floor
I’ll bare my soul and quote no page
but those on which I write.
And right or wrong, I’ll live my life
And sing their song no more.
I choose to be the Tortoise. The world can be my Hare.
Whatever it takes to be myself is all I have to share.
So round them up my brothers, practice till it’s right.
Consensus is the plan it seems,
for those whose plans are merely schemes
and Might is Right (it’s done in teams)
I’ve heard the Lion’s Roar.
Hovering: Denying, defying, never trying. How high? Above Zero.
(We need a Hero.)
Covering: The lies, the sighs, the highs, the sky’s the limit.
Discovering: A better way? What did I agree to? It’ll take a Higher Power? How high?
Recovering: Truth? Ohhhkay? How far? “Keep your eye on your steps!” Okie dokie.
Savoring: Never wavering. How far? Any lengths?
LOVING? Flying with the birdies, my Luv. Flying with the birdies. How high? Join me? You over there. yeah You, on the bar stool.
What could be more comfortable
Than a frayed collar
On the white, broadcloth dress shirt
That you wore to the 2008 convention?
Did your guy win?
Did you win?
Were you wearing a windsor knot?
Enjoy that
Frayed collar.
I believe that believing less and discovering more improves beliefs.
I believe that asking questions of one’s self improves our thinking.
And never, ever ask why;
Ask if
And ask how.
Everything of any importance will be revealed.
Important stuff
Like Freedom.
How introduces simple Logic
What says You Must do This.
How seeks Truth no matter what.
What seeks proof of a Kiss.
How is based on Love alone.
What says you wouldn’t dare
How is the way of the Tortoise.
What is the way of The Hare.
How is the flight of the Albatross
What is the way of the Free.
What is the Law, the Rule of Thumb
Free is the How for me.
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